I would love to be the Felix to Linsey’s supposed Oscar, but alas I am not. If anything, I am more disorganized than she. I’ve been so busy carving out time to write that I haven’t given much thought to a place. Okay, so I tried writing in my closet, and that worked up until Christmas when my closet became the gift repository. Now, I can’t find my desk.
I have a front room, but it, too, is full of junk. One of my goals for 2010 is to clean out this room and keep it clean. After all, it’s just to the left of the front door, and it’s an eyesore for those who dare enter my house. Let’s face it, after eight years of teaching while going to class and bearing babies, my house is a wreck. I know others manage to do all of the above and then some while keeping a clean house, but I know my limitations. They say the first step is to admit you have a problem.
So, you can see the space that will one day be my writing space, and I will have my back to the strip of wall between the two windows. For me, the windows are distracting while I can easily stare through walls. Also, I have been known to get so into what I’m writing that, if my husband puts a hand on my shoulder, he sends me into orbit. Suffice to say, I like to keep my back to the wall.
Now, here is one of the two places where I do a great deal of my writing. This is one of the most cluttered corners in the house because there isn’t really a desk to keep all of my goodies. I also live in fear of forgetting to remove my laptop and having Lorelai fling a liquid substance on it because she eats in the spot just beside me.
I have also logged quite a few pages (over 500 in 2009) at Gabriel’s, a local bakery/restaurant. Gabriel’s doesn’t have Internet access, but they do have incredible muffins and breakfast sandwiches, and they have the added advantage of being just around the corner from Lorelai’s preschool thus minimizing time lost in travel. Sometimes I also write upstairs in the church where she goes to school; it can’t hurt to have a little divine intervention from time to time.
And that’s a sample of the places where I write. In 2009, I learned to squeeze out words wherever I could, so you can imagine me writing just about anywhere. Since we’ve been talking about writing spaces all month, I thought I might ask a different question or two. What’s the strangest place you’ve written 500 words or more? Also, anybody have any organizational strategies for the clutter impaired?